A/N: This fanfiction should be read from top to bottom for full effect. Enjoy!!1!!
--
I brushed my raven-black bangs behind my ear. They immediately swung back to the front. I sighed, but continued walking forward to the tennis court, blinking my golden-brown eyes.
I spotted a few people whom I recognised from my fanclub. Why couldn't they leave me alone? I needed some peace and quiet around here, where I could just be alone in my thoughts. I already had a problematic father whom I hated.
The sound of tennis balls hitting racquets in a steady rhythm filled the air. Yes, the boys' tennis team was definitely practicing. Not even breaking into a sweat as I smoothly glided over the court surface, I came face to face with the one whom I really didn't want to meet.
She seemed slightly angry. I blocked her out - only catching the word "Ryoma-sama" at frequent intervals. I didn't dislike her or anything, I only found her slightly irritating. Ignoring her for now, I looked around for the buchou, and finding none, I was delighted.
After all, I couldn't let him know my secret. It'd probably get me kicked out of the boys' team.
Or maybe not. I am a one-of-a-kind regular, after all, I managed to smirk.
Absent-mindedly fingering the ends of my hair, which only just touched my neck, I lifted my racquet out of my tennis bag. Even that was unique. And expensive too, but it didn't really matter much to my family. We were quite well-off, it seemed, more so than the normal family. Plus, I was nearly considered the sole breadwinner, with all the tennis prizes I'd won in this country and some others.
Fuji Syuusuke smiled at me from one of the courts.
I think I may have blushed at one point of time, but I quickly masked it by turning away. What kind of guy blushes when another smiles at him?
He walked towards me, that face still a reflection of something possibly more divine than heaven. I saw that chestnut brown hair swish against the side of his face, and his eyes open to reveal irises of a piercing blue - azure orbs.
He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I shivered slightly at his touch.
"Tezuka's looking for you,"
That voice... It was silky, and hypnotising.
All I could manage was a low, "Un."
Fuji pointed to the clubroom. I gulped. The buchou probably found out. I'd be doomed. Kicked out of the boys' tennis team, for good.
I shook away my fear, and put on the manliest stride I could manage. A few more minutes of pretending would help my case. I placed a hand on the doorknob and prepared to face the music.
Our captain glared at me from where he was standing, near the window. I spied something deeper behind that glare, but pushed it out of my mind. It looked a lot like pity, maybe sadness, that he as about to lose such a great member of his team.
I kept up my pretence a little longer, asking him what was wrong.
All the while, light from the window shone like a halo over his stoic face. I was mesmerised.
That is, until he opened his mouth.
--
"ECHIZEN! You're late."
Crap, he found out!
"One hundred laps around the court."
I lowered my cap.
"Uissu."
--
Omake:
And in the cupboard, the Mary-Sue squealed as she struggled to remove the tape that prevented her from saying a word.
--
A/N: Read it again, if you want, to see the references. They're all true, seriously... THANK YOOUUU!!1!!1!! AnDD RebBIeWW Pleezes!11!!